From an early age I loved to draw. I'd get lost in the process and it made me happy. The desire to create was baked in.

As a child when asked 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' my answer would invariably be 'an artist'. As I grew older however, this seemed increasingly like a fanciful dream, and I was plagued by self-doubt.  I would still draw and paint. I had to. But the drawings and the paintings never felt good enough and most ended up in the general waste. A compelled self-torture.

As I now embark on middle age, and after years of feeding local landfill, the self-doubt has begun to wane. Just a little. Just enough.

So, I present here the things I create at night whilst nobody is looking.

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